Nature
O nature there is only your sphere everywhere.......
We here sometimes your thunder and sometimes your murmur.
All of your things you generally offer to human;
morning, afternoon and evening;
God gives us you as boon.
But.......to harm nature people never demure......
When God has made the trees to shade for the people and home for their tiny creature......
then people are there........who started to cut off trees for their convenience.
Hence....... nowadays the fatality aware us to keep this pittance of God wonderfully.
But the stubborn nature of human towards their mother nature will be snatched by the god forever.........
O nature you are our mother.....how much you suffer.
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